JACE'S POV

When Jace got home with the others he didn't see Clary, she wasn't in any of the rooms. Isabelle didn't seem to find that strange though. She leaned against the couch as the others began to put their stuff away and even get ready for bed. Jace went down to his bedroom and began to change. He had just taken off his shirt when he caught a glimpse of the ceiling.

Jace bolted from his room and slammed the door. He tripped over his own feet as he stumbled out into the main area where Isabelle was still waiting. Alec and Jon appeared from their rooms curious as to what the loud noise was.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Jace screamed, images of Donald Duck flashing through his mind. "WHERE'S CLARY?!"

As if on cue the ottoman that sat amongst the chair and the couch opened. The top half of Clary's face could be seen peeking out from within. Jace stormed over to the furniture and it slammed shut. He tried opening it but somehow Clary seemed to be holding it shut from the inside.

"Why can't I open this?" Jace questioned looking back over his shoulder.

"Clary put a rope in it so she could keep it closed from the inside," Isabelle explained, she was far calmer than even Jon or Alec, like she had been expected all of this, which she likely had been. Jace rolled his eyes as he turned back to the ottoman. It was then that he noticed all extra pillows and blankets that had been inside there were now on the couch.

"Clary come out," Jace said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't believe you!" Her voice was muffled but she spoke loud enough so they could all hear.

"I'm serious," Jace crouched down. "Just come out."

The top of the ottoman slowly started to open and Jace could see Clary's eyes. The moment she saw him though she tried to close it again. Jace was faster than her though and managed to stick his fingers in through the gap before she could close it. He felt the pressure intensify as Clary tried harder and harder to close the thing. Jace didn't even have to use all his strength though to lift the lid up. Clary was in a ball in the ottoman. Jace stood up again and Clary looked up at him. She chuckled awkwardly as she slowly sat up.

"Hey... Jace..." Clary said. "How was the game?" Jace rolled his eyes. He grabbed Clary under both her arms and lifted her up out of the ottoman. She squealed as he did so. "Eek!"

"Why the hell is Donald Duck spray painted on my ceiling?" Jace demanded. It was then that he saw the paint still on Clary's fingers. He quickly balled his hands into fists to hide the color on his own hands.

"She made me!" Clary exclaimed pointing at Isabelle.

Izzy threw up her hands. "No, I didn't! I was against this idea, as was Simon."

"Yeah that's true," Clary admitted quietly and Jace raised an eyebrow. After a moment she shrugged. "It'll wash off pretty easily."

"Great," Jace said. "So now you can wash that monstrosity off my bedroom ceiling as soon as possible."

Clary's mouth gaped. "Me?" She squeaked. "Why should I have to clean it?"

Jace shrugged. "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time."

Clary crossed her hands over her chest. "Fine, I'll clean it tomorrow."

"You'll clean it tonight."

"But-"

"To. Night." Jace cut her off emphasizing each syllable of the word he said. Clary pouted but didn't argue again.

"Speaking of tomorrow," Alec cut in and Jace turned around to him. "Izzy, I have managed to get you a new bed frame. It was supposed to be brought and set up today so you two can leave once Clary is done cleaning up Donald."

Isabelle's face lit up. "Really? Thank you, Alec!" She gave her brother a quick hug.

"Finally," Jon exclaimed as he started walking off towards his room. "It was getting tired having you two around all the time."

"Love you too Jon," Isabelle said flatly as his door shut behind him. She rolled her eyes at him before turning to Clary. "Hurry up, it's already kind of late."

Clary scowled again. "What, you're not going to help me?"

Isabelle shook her head and started walking backward towards the front door. "Oh no, I had no part in this. This was all you." She opened up the door and stood halfway in the hallway. "So I'll see you at home."

Before Clary could say another word Isabelle shut the door. Her mouth gaped at the betrayal from her friend. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned to Jace and Alec. "This has taken an ugly turn of events." She said.

Alec shrugged. "Your fault you painted Donald Duck on Jace's ceiling."

"Why did you paint him on my ceiling anyway?" Jace wondered.

"Payback," Clary said simply. "For Izzy."

"Of course," Jace muttered. Alec laughed before turning and heading for his own room. Jace glanced at Clary once more before walking into the bathroom and reemerging with some cleaning supplies. Clary was still waiting there with a pout as he walked up to her. He thrust the objects towards the red head and with a sigh she reluctantly took them. Jace followed Clary back to his room and watched her from the doorway as she climbed up on his bed. He tried his best to avert his gaze from the ceiling.

"You know, your room is really clean," Clary said as she stood on her tiptoes trying to reach the ceiling.

"I'm aware," Jace replied casually and Clary looked back down at him.

"No I mean like insanely clean," She emphasized before looking back up. "Like I've never met someone who kept their room this clean before."

Jace looked around his room. He supposed he did keep it pretty clean. And of course he'd seen the way most other people kept their rooms, they'd decorate it with various knick knacks and often forget to clean but not so much so it became a disaster zone. Unless they were Isabelle, even as kids Jace never remembered a time when her room wasn't a mess. It was at that moment that something occurred to Jace.

"Well, what does your room look like?" He wondered allowed having realized he'd never actually been in Clary's room.

"I don't know," Clary replied awkwardly but Jace noticed a faint blush over her cheek. "Art supplies and sketchbooks everywhere. It's not like Izzy's room but it's not this clean either. Or rather it has personality, yours looks like it's an extra guest room in a large house."

Jace chuckled scanning his room again. He then noticed the pen sitting on his dresser. Quickly he rushed forward and grabbed it, backing up to the doorway again before Clary could notice what he had just done.

"That's not entirely true," Jace said. "Look, there's a picture on the nightstand right there." Jace pointed out the framed photo of him, Alec, and Isabelle when they were around 8 and 7. Izzy had a huge smile on her face as she stood in between Jace and Alec with both her arm stretched out around them. It was before they met Jon. Clary jumped off the bed and sat on the edge of it. She picked up the photograph and examined it closely before looking up at Jace with a smile.

"This is actually adorable," She cooed. Jace raised an eyebrow and entered the room, he sat down next to Clary and looked curiously down at the picture.

"How?" He wondered aloud. "It's just the 3 of us standing there. It's really nothing special."

"Oh come on," Clary said lightly smacking his arm. "Look at how little you guys all are. And look at tiny Jace!" Clary squealed pointing at the small golden haired boy in the picture. "You were so small and cute!"

"Are you saying I'm not cute anymore?" Jace asked sarcastically. He looked down at Clary but she kept her gaze down on the picture though he could see the blush from earlier having grown darker.

"No, that's not what I said." Clary finally said after a moment of stuttering.

"Oh, so you're saying I am cute then?" Jace cocked an eyebrow as Clary finally looked up at him. She seemed to notice then how close in proximity they were. She quickly set the frame back onto the nightstand before scooting backward and standing back up on the bed again.

"Almost done," She said as she continued to wipe at his ceiling. Jace just shook his head and stood back up. He stood just a foot away from his bed and continued to watch Clary as she furiously scrubbed at what she had painted earlier.

His mind drifted to the designs from the beginning of this whole design mess. Clary was a fantastic artist, that much he knew, and if he was being honest he kind of missed the random flowers and drawing that would appear on his skin. Ever since he wrote to her that first time it was like she avoided randomly drawing on her skin in the middle of the day. He knew that at first it had bugged the hell out of him but after a while, it became something he didn't want to live without.

"Where'd you stash the paint cans you used to do that?" Jace suddenly asked and Clary answered without looking down.

"Under Alec's bed, why?"

Without answering her Jace turned and crossed the hall into Alec's room. The boy was in the middle of removing his pants and tripped over the clothing when Jace randomly entered without knocking.

"Agh! Damn it!" Alec exclaimed as he attempted to untangle himself from his pants. "Jace, what the hell?"

"One second," Jace said as he dropped to the floor and stuck his arm under his friend's bed. After a moment he felt a plastic bag and pulled it out. He looked inside it to find a dozen spray paint cans. He stood back up just as Alec managed to stand up.

"What are you doing?" He questioned. Jace shrugged as he headed towards the door but didn't answer because honestly, he had no idea.

Jace re-entered his room just as Clary wiped away the last of Donald Duck. She was about to hop off his bed again when Jace tossed the bag next to her feet. Clary looked down curiously and opened her mouth to speak but Jace cut her off before she could.

"You can paint whatever you want," He said motioning to the ceiling. "As long as there are no ducks and it fits my personality."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but didn't say anything. Jace turned back around and left his room. He closed the door behind him as if to let Clary know he was serious. It only took a minute before he heard spraying from the other side.

Hey my Angels. So, halfway through writing this I realized that I was going to have 3 chapters named after some children's tv character and I just... I just wanted to let that sink in with y'all.
Hope y'all liked this chapter! I won't be able to update for several days just an FYI. But please review and I'll post again as soon as I can!